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Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,
I heard a Negro play.
Down on Lenox Avenue the other night

Hey Father Death,
I'm flying
Hey poor man, you're all
Hey old daddy,

Goin’ down the road,
Lawd,
Goin’ down the road
Down the road,

Over the heather the wet wind blows,
I've lice in my tunic and a cold in my nose
The rain comes pattering out of the sky,
I'm a Wall soldier,

When I was home de
Sunshine seemed like gold.
When I was home de
Sunshine seemed like gold.